Chapter Five: The Prom
Each night, she watched Good Girl High with Julie. It was difficult to remember the details of the episodes, however. What she did remember were the lessons the episodes taught. Things like being a good girl were the most important lessons. Talking back to men was a definite bad girl move, so Lisa didn’t do that.
Her bestie was the next most important thing, and by the end of the first week, Lisa no longer needed to sleep in her own room. Instead, she slept in Julie’s room, where they practiced kissing, touching, and licking each other’s twats. After the first month, Mr. Jerry began to watch from a chair and rub his cock.
In Lisa’s second month in school, lessons became more advanced. The girls practiced with rubber toys, pushing them down their throats until they gagged. Some of the other girls were really good at it and said they’d been practicing at home with their fathers. Lisa was not good at it, and neither was Julie. Thankfully, when they asked Mr. Jerry for help, he began tutoring them at home.
Each night, while Lisa licked Julie’s cunt, Mr. Jerry pushed his cock into Julie’s throat to help her learn. When Lisa made Julie cum, they would switch places, and Mr. Jerry would help Lisa by pushing his penis down her throat until she could reliably take the entire length without choking. She was sure that the lessons helped her to pass the exams, where she had to endure the male staff members using her throat in front of the student body. Julie did really great, too, and Lisa was so proud of her bestie.
Even tougher was learning how to take the big rubber toys up her ass. At first, it really hurt. Julie even cried. Under Mr. Jerry’s care, though, the in-home lessons in the evening were really helpful. Lisa even learned how to take his cock right of her ass, down her throat, and allow him to ejaculate directly into her tummy. She passed the exams in front of the student body with flying colors but wasn’t able to sit down for days.
By the time Prom came around, Lisa couldn’t remember a time when she hadn’t worn pink. Pink was her favorite color, and the whole world was a happy place. Naturally, she wanted to attend the dance with her bestie, and Mr. Jerry even bought them matching pink minidresses for the event. It was after the dance, though, when the best part came.
When they got home, Mr. Jerry sat Julie on his lap and spread her legs to either side of his. Lisa put his naked cock into her mouth and looked into Julie’s cunt as she sucked it. America was such a wonderful place, and she had so many opportunities. She could be a stripper, a webcam model, or maybe just marry a nice man and have babies.
“Julie, are you ready to be Daddy’s good girl?” Mr. Jerry asked.
“Yes, Daddy,” Julie said as Mr. Jerry played with her cunt and tits.
“Would you like Lisa to put Daddy’s cock in you?”
Julie nodded. Lisa pulled her mouth off Mr. Jerry’s penis and angled it up toward Julie’s warm, wet cunt. She watched in awe as it spread the girl open and slid inside. Mr. Jerry groaned and Julie whispered, “Oh, Daddy!”
The full length of his cock slid up Julie’s fuckhole until his full balls rested against her lips. He sighed and held Julie, squeezing her tits as she began to rock herself on his lap.
“Go ahead and lick, Lisa,” Mr. Jerry said.
Lisa put out her tongue and licked her bestie’s cunt as Mr. Jerry rocked her on his lap. Julie had an explosive orgasm within a minute, her pussy leaking girl cum around her father’s fat cock. Lisa lapped it up, wondering when it would be her turn to be good for Mr. Jerry.
As it turned out, her turn came after Julie’s second orgasm. While Julie kissed her and squeezed her tits, Mr. Jerry put Lisa on Julie’s bed and spread her legs, then pushed his big dick inside her. For the rest of the night, Julie and Lisa took turns pleasing Mr. Jerry’s cock with their three pink holes.
Lisa couldn’t remember a time when this wasn’t right, when pleasing Mr. Jerry and her bestie wasn’t what she’d always wanted. Life seemed so full of possibilities now, the possibilities that had been in her head when she’d come to America. She could be anything she wanted. More than anything, though, she wanted to stay in Julie’s bed, be her bestie, and let Mr. Jerry fuck her like this every day. What better life in America was there than that?
Chapter Six: The Man in the Suit
Jerry sat behind his desk in his office at the school. Across from him sat a man. He was a man in a suit, but not just any suit. His suit was the kind that cost most people’s annual salaries.
As a teacher of psychology, Jerry was used to having authority. He had authority over students and authority as a father. He had authority over the immigrant girl he’d helped brainwash and the rest of the school for which he’d done the same.
The man in the suit, however, exuded authority that made Jerry’s look like a man captaining a rowboat next to an aircraft carrier’s admiral. He picked a bit of dust off his suit and kicked his feet up on Jerry’s desk. Had it been anyone else, Jerry would have been perturbed.
“I like it,” the man said. “What you’ve done here is definitely a model we can use elsewhere.”
“Thank you, Sir,” Jerry said.
The man shook his head. “Shane. Just call me Shane,” he said.
Jerry nodded.
“I’m giving you a further grant for more research. The initial result is impressive, but we need to make it quicker. If that’s possible.”
“It could be,” Jerry said.
Shane smiled. “You’re the expert. I leave that in your capable hands.”
The man stood, extended a hand across the desk, and Jerry took it.
“The company will keep on funding you as long as you show results. And these are certainly results. Keep up the good work, Jerry.”
Shane showed himself out and left the door of Jerry’s office open. The sound of his cheerful whistling as he walked down the quiet hallway, echoed in Jerry’s head for minutes after.
With the door shut, Jerry sat down to work on revising the technique. That it worked was not a question, but Shane was right. If he really wanted to stand out from the other projects that Shane’s company funded, he needed fast results. No one wanted to wait weeks or months for a good bimbo. He had to cut that time down significantly. And he was sure that he could do it. In time.
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